In love with the devil

Shed all the leaves,

And stood tall and strong.

Without wasting any moment,

I came along.

As wild winds flew by,

We swayed with its speed.

Going up ones,

Going down twice.

With a jerk of a heart,

We just held still.

I whispered,

In his ears.

When I’m done,

You will only crave for me.

Try to get me again,

I’ll kill you happily.

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My Nest

Sun burnt the earth’s bed.

Green to red everything turning dead.

As it drew closer to earth.

Birds tweet, what’s it worth?

 

After innumerable years,

The Old oak lost its last leaves.

Ever silently slipped into death.

And broke it’s silken life thread.

 

When it seemed that all hope was lost,

Only God could save us from this Holocaust.

Then lightning stuck and the clouds roared.

Rain followed with a lascivious kiss.

 

After a bit of request,

Oak raised from the dead.

I danced on those drops,

And build my nest on its big branches.

 

 

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Sweetest Soul

One large cup of sugar,

You are just like that.

I can mix you with warm milk,

And stir in some chocolate.

Sprinkle some sunshine,

Decorate with little rainbow.

The taste of it all,

Yum.

That is you, sweetest soul.

And I’m blessed

To have you in my life.

 

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Only He

I wish to write,

A poem as beautiful as the butterfly.

 

As colourful and bright,

Shining in the sunlight.

 

Magical to the eye,

Floating in the sky.

 

Goes on without any reservations or map,

Like it’s wild sprit one can’t trap.

 

Silly me just writes,

But only he can create beautiful butterflies.

 

 

 

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I regret the end.

End it is,

End is sad,

But a happy end,

Which puts a smile,

When we close the book.

A story with happy ending.

It is sad to close the book.

But it’s satisfying worth of time,

Is just that last smile.

I want that end.

 

End is hard,

I agree, it hurts.

But a half read book,

By the night lamp,

Keeps calling,

For completion.

And the anxious heart of the reader,

Wants that satisfaction.

I’m your book,

And you my reader.

 

Our story,

We choose now,

Turning a page closer to the end.

To Romance, erotic or tragic ending.

Good writers, we have been,

Let’s agree on the ending,

Give a ending worth cherishing.

And then we close this book.

Let’s make a book worth reading,

Over and over again.

 

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